The Desperate Clinger

Dear friend!

Let me tell you a story

This is the message I send

It might sting, don’t feel sorry

There was a  lovely girl

Pretty, beautiful and cute

There was a boy, made her skin crawl

He was desperate, no dispute

He was desperate for her

Clingy as hell

He wouldn’t take no for an answer

He said or else he’d jump in a well

Vexed to no bound

She slapped him and said

You won’t get yourself a wound

I know you’re a coward, it’s enough I’m fed

And that’s the end

And the lesson we get

Being desperate can’t mend

Your pathetic life, just forget

The Phoenix Rock Star Princess

I’m the Original Phoenix, rock star

In the parallel universe

With anti-rock terrorists at war

Fighting the curse

I fell for the forbidden

The machine gun preacher

I was, you can say smitten

Anti-rock terrorism, he preached

To end our precious blood line

The end, their agendas screeched

But we fought without a whine

I met him once

“Die you infidel!” he said

I almost lost my stance

But only his eyes, I could picture in my head

The battle neared

Killing many, Antis and Rocks

Blood was smeared

People died in flocks

The dead Original Phoenixes rose from the ashes

And finished the battle

The dread was gone

Our coven was safe like always

And so was my love

Killing me in infinite ways

I still sing in tears, mourn

My heart, now as cold as ice

His ashes in the urn

My love never dies